Jayed, D
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What am I? but a simple guy (what am I?)
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On an inclination to a deeper side (deeper side)
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On God what I do ain't no fraud
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At night I got no time, yeah
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And its then too late, yeah
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Am I really the only one to blame? (yeah, to blame)
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Am I the one responsible for them?
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Not being able to finish what's on their plate? (on their plate)
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Once I lived on my lowest (on my lowest)
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I'll the bunch of fakes are growing
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But I gotta stay on focus (on focus)
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The studio at my crib I'm blowing
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Stopping me and ignoring me, all these bitches got me sick
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At these f*cking beats, I'm getting lit (Im getting lit)
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Fixing my ocular settings with haste (yeah, with haste)
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Visions what it is so you can't copy and paste, yeah
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It's not the drugs that got my eyes going red
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About the sacrifices that I've done, and the time spent
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A bohemian flow leaving them foes freezing dead
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And yet there is no end, not the last but the first
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I feel like I've entered the conversation, (yeah)
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There won't be now much vacations (no, no)
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Time will tell if I ever become one sensation
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With moderation, raising expectations, yeah
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Somehow, I will make them see (I will make them see)
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Just let me count down from three
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Imma make it blow up like this (run it)
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Now I gotta pray for my first deed
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For my first deed, yeah
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What am I? but a simple guy
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On an inclination to a deeper side
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On God what I do ain't no fraud
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At night I got no time (got no time)
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Imma step back, Imma step back
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From this shit, Imma grind it till I can't, yeah
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And its then too late (and is too late)
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Am I really the only one to blame?
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Once I lived on my lowest
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I'll the bunch of fakes are growing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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But I gotta stay on focus (yeah)
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The studio at my crib I'm blowing
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Just a guy of proper thinking
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Thoughts so heavy any other would be sinking
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Get ran through like an open wound under
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Falsely ponder, should they begin to awe in wonder
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A faucet with no gauze
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Until they succumb to blunder
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But no wonder they can't hear my name
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Could it be, might be too much for them
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yo, gotta follow on the dream
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Know we'll make it on the team
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Might as well just make them scream
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Ey, fakers make them eat
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Keep it going that's my theme
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Shorties loving it on this
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From the studio to the streets, ey
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No
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